I Love Breasts, A Poem
Jul 23rd, 2022 by Aleya

Here is another personal poem by a friend, I think the readers of this site will appreciate – especially the ending!

    I Love Breasts

    If you can’t say something nice
    About a woman’s breasts,
    You need to learn more words!

    I love breasts
    Of all sizes and shapes and variations
    I remember the first pair of breasts
    I was intimate with
    They were soft and firm
    White with thick brown nipples
    Surrounded by large circles of the areolas,
    She was my first serious girlfriend
    And I was so lucky to touch,
    Kiss and suck on her breasts
    They were 34 C’s according to her bra –
    A short hair grew near the nipple
    On her right breast,
    And I always meant to tell her
    How much I loved it
    Though I think it was more
    Of an embarrassment to her,
    But all the petting we did
    Did not lead to a lasting relationship
    Which might have allowed me
    To broach the subject…

    I won’t try to catalog
    All the breasts I have known up close
    Or all the cleavage and side boobs,
    Bouncing breasts,
    Erect nipples pushing out cloth
    And small and large bosoms,
    I have admired

    I think my dream job
    Would have been the making of a travelogue –
    “Breasts around the World,”
    But I was beaten by a German-Bohemian duo
    Of photographers in the early 1900’s
    Who traveled North Africa,
    Lehnert & Landrock were their names
    And they set out to make postcards more popular
    With various portrayals of nude women
    Living in the various tribes and native groups
    Of that time

    And these men were followed by other photographers
    Capturing the beauty of naked women
    Now called vintage nudes
    Bellocq photographed prostitutes in New Orleans
    While later Alfred Cheney Johnston had a career of
    Revealing on film the au naturel talents
    Of Ziegfeld Follies female stars and dancers
    Including some celebrities you might know
    Like Claudette Colbert, Dorothy Flood and Clara Bow

    Perhaps, I should take a moment,
    To declare I am enchanted by the entire form
    And all the parts of a female
    Beauty is beauty
    And this poem is not about objectifying women,
    It is but an expression of my sexual reproductive
    Sexual excitement system –
    My hormonal cells
    Tended to latch onto breasts first,
    As my sexual awareness blossomed,
    And I have yet to lose my fascination for them

    Perhaps this is just a natural formation from
    My first experiences in puberty,

    When kissing and holding hands
    Could lead to the touching of a girlfriend’s breasts,
    But going further lead
    To the dire danger of pregnancy

    Or, perhaps, the psychiatrists among you
    Will find this incident informative:

    One day coming home from school
    And walking into the living room
    I found my mother breastfeeding
    My baby brother, 13-years my younger,
    And Mom asked me a question
    That I was completely unprepared for,
    “Would I like to taste her breast milk?”

    I was about to answer affirmatively
    When I noticed my sister watching
    From where she stood
    On the stairs above me
    And a sheath of humiliating shyness
    Overwhelmed me and I said, “No.”
    And stumbled off to my room.

    I don’t know why Mom asked,
    The subject never rose
    Perhaps, she just wanted to have
    A mother – son basic bonding
    One more time,
    But my opportunity
    To be again her baby
    For just a little while
    This time with a conscious mind
    Was forever lost

    Still, for whatever reason in my psyche,
    I love breasts
    And you might ask,
    “If I love breasts so much,
    “Why don’t I grow a pair?”

    Living in a world
    With so many gender striations,
    I just might do that!

                      ©2021 Carl Scott Harker




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